"Man . . . Haggar . . . are you thinkin' what I'm thinking?" Cody asked, a grin forming over his face. He pounded his bandaged fists together with a slam, nodding at the thought. Yeah! He'd been no better than a punk himself once, back in his rebel teens, working the streets and hassling anybody who looked weaker than himself. It'd been Haggar who'd set him straight back then, by tucking him under one massive arm, peeling his tight jeans down and spanking his bare bottom until it was a roaring red. By the time the man was halfway done, Cody was already promising anything in order to get the pain to stop. It'd worked like a charm. That same day, Haggar had brought him down to join his gym, where he'd also met Guy . . .
If a spanking had worked on Cody back then, what was to stop it from working on all of Mad Gear now? "I think we're about to have some very, very sorry gang members on our hands," Cody said, envisioning street thugs all bawling over their various laps.
Even Guy was smiling at the idea now. "Not bad . . . It just might work," the calmer, more focused man said.
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